whipped. // yoonmin

9.

It felt like Jimin had forgotten how he had lived live without Yoongi by his side (that bastard.)

It had been a week since his boyfriend had suddenly vanished after they found out that his mother had told Yoongi's father of their relationship. He'd been texting and calling the boy nonstop, of course, but he never picked up.

He felt dead inside, and life was dull and gray now that it was just him dealing with it. He looked down at his colorless bowl of oatmeal and sighed, not even seeming to notice his mother entering the room.

He didn't seem to care much about anything these days. He only started paying attention when he noticed his mother's cautious smile, and his younger brother grinning happily behind her.

"What is it?" He asked, not wanting to prolong the obvious announcement his mother had prepared.

"Jimin, before you react, I want you to listen to everything I have to say first, okay?" His mother's eyes were pleading, voice shaking, as if she were afraid of how her son. Jimin put down his spoon, brows furrowed in confusion as he heard his mother use his first name.

She never did that. Now, he was interested.

"What is it?"

She clasped her hands tightly together, twiddling with her thumbs (which was something Jimin knew she only did when she was nervous.) "Well, you know that we moved back to Korea because I thought that you and JiHyun would adjust better here after... after the incident. You also know that I have a job at the hospital, but... I didn't mention to the two of you that it's no longer as a doctor. It's as a janitress."

"What?" Jimin cried out, standing up. The stress he was feeling because of Yoongi's disappearance started to mix with his anger at the sudden revelation, and in his frustration, he didn't even notice the stool that he was sitting on fall to the floor.

"How could you keep that from us, mom? You're the one that always teaches us to tell the truth-"

"Park Jimin." His mother raised a hand to stop him, the same pleading look in her eyes. "I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry, okay? I'm telling you now because... because the hospital back in America called me and asked me to come back. They said that they desperately needed me. They also told me that if I were to come back, they would be paying me double what I used to get."

"I don't care about money!" Jimin looked at her incredulously, shocked that she would even think about them going back to America after what happened.

"Mom?"

Jimin's voice sounded like that of a small, lost child. At the sound of her son's voice, Mun-Hee sat up, rubbing her eyes groggily. She looked at the clock on her nightstand and saw that it was three in the morning, and she was going to start scolding him for waking her up at such an ungodly hour, but she stopped as soon as she saw the tears in his eyes. Mun-Hee sat up immediately and beckoned for her child to come to her.

"What's wrong, Chim?" She asked, her voice calm and soothing. She made a promise to her son that she wouldn't interfere in his personal life, and she'd kept her promise until this moment. What happened to her son- her sweet, happy son- that caused him to become like this?

At her words, Jimin let out a sob and broke down in her arms. He stood up for a moment, just long enough so that his mother could see the dry blood stains on the back of his pants. His mother's eyes widened, and tears filled her own eyes as she realized what had happened.

"Chim... please don't tell me... Evan, did he-"

"I feel so dirty, mommy... Even when I was telling him to stop, he wouldn't. Even when I started bleeding... I don't like it here anymore... please... please, let's go home." He could barely speak in between his sobs, and he found himself collapsing into his mother's arms once more.